First of all, I want to clear up that I'm not suicidal. I dont do any sort of drugs, I'm not going to break my promises to you dove, and I'm trying to stop cutting.

now, this was written for and, because im a slacker, the cut off day for submissions is tomorrow, so i did it today. My topic was "Pride/Anger" so.. there you go.

Now, for the meaning in this piece.. I watched forest gump recently, and the character Jenny, I related to very well at times, and it was scary. Though I told a friend, if I ever start doing drugs I'd end up like Jenny's bad days, and I would have actually jumped the ledge. This is suppose to represent every thing I could do to fuck what I have up. This is a horrible, horrible thought. And its why I wrote it, for "Disturbing Emotions" Because its damn disturbing to me. (love you dove, don't take this literal)

Also, some of these emotions I did pick from myself. And altered the reality of what I am, to fit this poem. But just with words, and to intensify the situation, but at times.. this emotion is here. Coping with cutting is hard enough for me. I can't image trying to get me off heroine.. ugh, that would suck.

But yet, I hope you get something out of it. Enjoy.